The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman · Laurence Sterne

Volume IV, Chapter 17

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THOUGH I was sensible I had said as many clever things to the commissary as came to six livres four sous, yet I was determined to note down the imposition amongst my remarks before I retired from the place; so putting my hand into my coat-pocket for my remarks--(which, by the bye, may be a caution to travellers to take a little more care of their remarks for the future) “my remarks were stolen”----Never did sorry traveller make such a pother and racket about his remarks as I did about mine, upon the occasion.

Heaven! earth! sea! fire! cried I, calling in every thing to my aid but what I should----My remarks are stolen!--what shall I do?----Mr. Commissary! pray did I drop any remarks, as I stood besides you?----

You dropp’d a good many very singular ones; replied he----Pugh! said I, those were but a few, not worth above six livres two sous--but these are a large parcel----He shook his head----Monsieur Le Blanc!_ Madam Le Blanc!_ did you see any papers of mine?--you maid of the house! run up stairs--François!_ run up after her----

--I must have my remarks----they were the best remarks, cried I, that ever were made--the wisest--the wittiest--What shall I do?--which way shall I turn myself?

Sancho Pança, when he lost his ass’s FURNITURE, did not exclaim more bitterly.

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